So...who breaks into ghetto cars?
First, let me explain to you how ghetto my car is.....
Wait. First, First, let me explain to you how much I love my car. I am super duper grateful to have 2 cars! Nate takes the nice car to work because its far, and my car can't go that far that often and I drive our ghetto car and have a chance of dying every day...pretty simple. While nate got it for free from his sister back 4 years ago, he did fix it up for $500, and its been running great since. Well, mostly, but we havent poured that much money into it. Anyway, I am so grateful to have a car to get me around each day that didnt cost us a lot. Something inside of me loves having ghetto things that still work, it just makes me so happy to know that I can spend thousands of dollars less than other people, but still have functional things :)
Anyway, on to the ghetto-ness of my wonderful car. So, the doors don't work. Well, they do. but not really. The driver door doesnt open from the inside, so you have to open the window to get the door open from the outside. The passenger side door handle is basically dead (see below). The rear windows had to be bolted shut because they kept falling down. The car doesnt even have a CD player, it only has a cassette player (for all of you wondering what that is, it is old, and basically no one owns one but Abraham Lincoln). Anyway. It can't go on the highway because i'm pretty sure it will shake to death and we'll die. And as of last week, the AC stopped working. But its not worth enough to get any of that fixed, so we keep driving it til it dies :) And I love it :) :)
Ok, enough about the ghetto-ness of my car (there has got to be a different word for ghetto, lets us "so last year". So, the question is why would someone break into our so-last-year-car? (I forgot to add that the locks don't work, so breaking in is easy)...like, the only thing valuable in there is the carseat and they left that.
So, this is what happened. Today, i went to go visiting teaching, and i realized that part of our car door was sitting on the seat. Now, I don't remember putting it there, and I asked Nate and he didnt do it. So, the only conclusion is that someone broke into our car, broke off the door-part-thingy, realized there was nothing worth stealing, so he left it on the seat.
that's basically what happened #orihavereallybadpregnancybrain
See, here is the evidence:
See in the bottom right of the picture how they ripped that thing from the door, and just put it on the seat?
Ok, now you are all creeping at what I have stashed in my back seat. The car also has limited trunk space, and my new City Select Double Stroller that I got off craigslist and saved $500 on, is currently occupying it. (just so you don't think i am a crazy mom, yes i did get the deal of the century on it, yes it is the best stroller and its ok if you covet things that are this awesome and yes it is a convertible stroller so I am using it as a single stroller right now, and can add the second seat when this baby comes.) Anyway, since the trunk is small, i have emergency things like yoga mats, blankets and frisbees in my car...its what all mom-cars need :)
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Ok, wow.
So guess what! I totally biffed it on the sidewalk yesterday!!!! and then guess what???? Eli dove after me to save me. Just look at his battle wounds
Ok, reals, for reals. Eli totally faced planted it on the sidewalk. It was sad, but you know, every kid has his falls, Eli's just happens to be awkwardly plastered on the middle of his forehead #ihopethisdoesntaffectmarriagelater
(another side note to worried grandmothers: yes, we are taking care of your grandchild, the sidewalks here are so ghetto that they are not smoothed down, and so they just rip up his face, so you blame the sidewalks!!) #offthehook
BTW, I don't know how many of you caught my awesome pregnancy brain mistake yesterday, but PSYCH!!! It wasn't tuesday yesterday. silly me! I guess i missed wednesday. how did it go? what even happened?? did we have a solar storm that threw off the GPS systems??
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